Sunday, February 8, 2009

Today I tried not to think of you. I scanned your words for traces of history; I found myriad threads jumbled from their inception. She stood there with her eyebrow arched, stifling laughter. I am pathetic. As far as my existence is concerned, your emotions will never run strongly enough to spark vocabulary.

I feel fake to the point of repulsion.

1 comment:

HiQKid (Alex) said...

This is beautiful. I wanted to comment when you posted it, but I was afraid.

Is it... about anyone I know?